The rain asked for a holidaynShe was looking in the mirrornAnd rummaging through the artifactsnThirty-nine days' souvenirsnBut there's always work to donWhole villages to be drownednAnd someone's got to do itnAnd there's no one else aroundnnAdieu, adieu, the endnAlas, the timing is never rightnAgain, again, to be born againnOr just beginning to see the lightnThat's my wishnPlease pass it onnTo whoever can make it realnUntil then I'll be spinning on this wheelnnNo one wants to try the hoodnThe executioner must wear to bednFor who is willing to watch the dreamsnThat hang inside his headnSeven tongues twisting ungraciouslynFourteen eyes that roll aroundnAnd the air that left their lungsnFell unvictoriously to the groundnnAdieu, adieu, the endnAlas, the timing is never rightnAgain, again, to be born againnOr just beginning to see the lightnThat's my wishnPlease pass it onnTo whoever can make it realnUntil then I'll be spinning on this wheelnnI once saw a child deliverednHe was the color of outer spacenAnd I saw the last expressionnThat was frozen in his facenI wasn't meant to be herenStill I've go no place to turnnBut when I finally reach younThere will be nothing I cannot learnnnAdieu, adieu, the endnAlas, the timing is never rightnAgain, again, to be born againnOr just beginning to see the lightnThat's my wishnPlease pass it onnTo whoever can make it realnUntil then I'll be spinning on this wheel